Chapter 205: Northern River’s Loose Cultivator lost his memory? (1/2)

Chapter 205: Northern River’s Loose Cultivator lost his memory?

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

At this time, Song Shuhang was lying flat on the layer of light surrounding the flying sword; he didn’t look handsome in the least.

The harsh reality had reminded Song Shuhang time and time again of its brutality, continuously destroying his dream of ‘riding a flying sword’.

If not for the fact that there was a huge gravitational force on the layer of light, keeping Song Shuhang glued to the sword, he would have long ago fallen due to the excessive speed.

‘Senior White, even if this technique is used to deliver books, you could have added a wind-proof formation! I’m a person, not a book!’ Song Shuhang was on the verge of tears.

Since the sword had become fast to the point of being incurable, Song Shuhang could only rely on his body to resist the wind.

If not for the fact that he was a cultivator of the First Stage with two opened apertures, this speed and the lack of oxygen would have already killed him.

Aside from the extreme speed, Song Shuhang couldn’t find other merits in this method developed by Senior White.

Moreover… Song Shuhang felt that aside from acrophobia, he had started to suffer from tachophobia 1 too.

After an unknown amount of time—not much given the speed—Song Shuhang arrived at the destination.

Right now, he had a broom-type hairstyle. Luckily, his hair wasn’t as long as that of Medicine Master. Otherwise, he would look as though someone had electrocuted him.

The speed of the flying sword started to decrease. It was preparing to land.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a bungee jumping sword. Otherwise, Song Shuhang’s legs would have gone soft once again.

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Inside Tubo’s grandfather’s residence.

Tubo was holding his phone and playing a game. He seemed quite bored, ‘Where has Shuhang gone? He wasn’t kidnapped for real, right?’

Song Shuhang had never smoked. And now, he went out late at night saying that he had gone to buy cigarettes… anyone could understand that there was something wrong.

If Song Shuhang’s doesn’t come back in the next ten minutes, should I call the police?

Tubo’s imagination was running wild.

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In the small courtyard of the house.

Two petty thieves were hanging around Song Shuhang’s ‘Mademoiselle’ car. They used a flashlight to see what was inside the car, quickly turning it off afterward.

”There is a big box, and also a big package. This is a car model used by women, maybe there is something good inside,” said Petty Thief A.

There was a higher chance of finding good stuff in a woman’s car rather than a man’s.

Petty Thief B quietly waved his hand. Then, he lifted a brick and said, ”I’ll break the car window. You take that box and package as fast as possible.”

”Sure. Moreover, I looked up this car on the Internet. Its alarm system is a little backward. Sometimes, the alarm won’t ring even if you break the window.” Petty Thief A laughed.

Then, Petty Thief B raised the brick and prepared to smash the car window. But at this time, something fell from the sky, coming toward him.

And just like this… Petty Thief B was. .h.i.t and sent flying.

His frail body was sent flying for around five meters, b.u.mping into the wall of a house.

Petty Thief A was staring dumbfounded. His mouth remained wide open for quite a while.

What the f*ck just happened?!

”Oh, did I safely land?” Song Shuhang’s voice echoed. He gently lifted the lifeless flying sword with his foot, taking it in his hands.

”Aaaaah~” At this time, Petty Thief B suddenly screamed.

It felt as though he had been hit by an ox. All the bones in his body were in shambles.

Song Shuhang shot a look at them, ”Oh, are these thieves?”

Petty Thief A opened his eyes wide. Afterward, he revealed a sinister expression as he took out a knife from his pocket, ”Get the h.e.l.l out here if you don’t want to-”

He hadn’t finished his speech when he felt the world going black.

Someone had punched him in the face. He pitifully screamed and was sent flying. Just like his companion, he also hit against the wall of Tubo grandfather’s house.

The two petty thieves fell on one another, sending out pitiful yells.

”You guys came at the right time!” Song Shuhang secretly nodded—Tubo was going to ask him where he had run to in the middle of the night. With the appearance of these two thieves, he could uprightly say that he noticed these two suspicious guys hanging around the place and that he went to keep an eye on them!

What a stroke of luck!

”What’s happening?” Said Tubo while squeezing his head out of the window of the upper floor.

”Tubo, it’s me. I caught two petty thieves.” Song Shuhang smiled and waved his hand.

”What? Thieves? Wahaha! We haven’t encountered petty thieves in Luo Xin Street for a long time,” said Tubo excitedly. Then, he shouted, ”Grandpa, we’ve caught some thieves!”

”What? Did someone say thieves?! Jesus, they caught some thieves!!!” Tubo’s grandfather had yet to reply when someone else started to shout.

Very soon, Tubo, his grandfather, his grandmother, Li Yangde, and a lot of neighbors rushed over.

”Petty thieves? Where are they?!” Tubo’s grandfather roared.

Many of residents of Luo Xin Street were blood relatives, so when they had to deal with an ‘enemy’, they would always come together. Whenever a thief was sighted, the whole village would come out to look for them.

Only a very small number of thieves managed to escape after being discovered.

Therefore, there hadn't been too many thieves that had come here to steal lately—because not only were they unable to steal in most cases, but they would also end up in a miserable state after being caught.

The last time a thief was caught, he shed tears of joy when the police officer came to arrest him.

”Over there. They are in that corner.” Song Shuhang said with a smile.

Then… the neighbors went there and started to beat them.

Next, someone shouted, ”Who has a rope? Let’s tie them up before giving them to the police!”

”I’m coming. I have a rope.” A man suddenly ran over and took out a long rope.

He seemed pretty experienced. He quickly tied up both their hands and feet. After pondering for a bit, he decided to bind their bodies as well.

Was this man really binding a person? It almost seemed as though he was binding a crab.

”There is no need to tie their feet. We need to drag them to the police station in a while. And why are you binding their bodies too? You’re not going to sell them like your crabs!” Said someone else.

What? He was selling crabs for real?

”...” The man with the rope made a hollow laugh, ”c.r.a.p, it’s a habit!”

Once they were done, Tubo’s grandfather and the other villagers brought the beaten-up petty thieves to the nearby police station.

Luckily for Shuhang, these two petty thieves provided a good excuse for why he had left the house in the middle of the night.